I'm beginning to feel as though I ought to be locking myself in the flat until all of this holiday nonsense passes.

I was nearly trampled by a load of Christmas shoppers in Diagon today. It's bad enough people are oblivious to the world around them when there isn't patches of ice all on the road.


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Bleeding hell if Christmas doesn't continue to remind me of Mum. Though Dad had finally squished that fond bit of memory after the last Christmas spent in that blasted house, but apparently not enough so.

She ruddy well loved this holiday. It was hard not to catch the Christmas fever when she was the one doing all the planning and decorating around for it. There was that bloody music she'd always play softly in the background. I wish I could remember the name...

And the tree...Merlin it was like out of one of those stories she used to read.

Could've done without those bleeding functions though. Blasted things never were any sort of dignified on my part. Always crammed into one of those wretched dresses...I still have visions of lace and ruffles. Terifying.

The only thing that Christmas is good for these days is ensuring that the bars don't close down. I'm definately going to need a good stiff drink.
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